Loud without the wind was roaring Through th’ autumnal sky; Drenching wet, the cold rain pouri… Spoke of winter nigh. All too like that dreary eve,
The sun has set, and the long gras… Waves dreamily in the evening wind… And the wild bird has flown from t… In some warm nook a couch to find. In all the lonely landscape round
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending
'Listen! When your hair, like min… Takes a tint of silver gray; When your eyes, with dimmer shine, Watch life’s bubbles float away: When you, young man, have borne li…
That wind I used to hear it swell… With joy divinely deep You might have seen my hot tears w… But rapture made me weep I used to love on winter nights
The evening passes fast away, 'Tis almost time to rest; What thoughts has left the vanishe… What feelings, in thy breast? “The vanished day? It leaves a se…
In the earth—the earth—thou shalt… A grey stone standing over thee; Black mould beneath thee spread, And black mould to cover thee. ‘Well—there is rest there,
For him who struck thy foreign str… I ween this heart has ceased to ca… Then why dost thou such feelings b… To my sad spirit—old Guitar? It is as if the warm sunlight
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers,… Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow
The blue bell is the sweetest flow… That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest po… To soothe my spirit’s care. There is a spell in purple heath
I do not weep; I would not weep; Our mother needs no tears: Dry thine eyes, too; 'tis vain to… This causeless grief for years. What though her brow be changed an…
THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my lady fair: The wild deer browse above her bre…
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child… Forsake thy books, and mateless pl… And, while the night is gathering… We’ll talk its pensive hours away;…
All day I’ve toiled but not with… In learning’s golden mine And now at eventide again The moonbeams softly shine There is no snow upon the ground
Come, the wind may never again Blow as now it blows for us; And the stars may never again shin… Long before October returns, Seas of blood will have parted us;